Apparently no one is a whole person until they've danced on Dancing with the Stars....November 25, 2015

So, last night was the finale of Dancing With the Stars.  Apparently Bindi Irwin won, which kind of annoys me, because I think she is only famous because her father died.     I know, I am being really unkind, but seriously...do you think we would know her if her father, Steve, hadn't died?  No, we would know her father, not her.  But he died, so now we know her.   And she won Dancing with the Stars.

I don't really watch the show.  We have it on the screen on mute while we are all doing homework in our kitchen,  and I do usually know who gets kicked off because we tape "Castle" to watch later, and it immediately follows DWTS.   But what I am fascinated with about that show,  is that when the people are being interviewed after being kicked off,  every single person says that doing that show has completely changed their lives and that they will never be the same.  Which kind of begs the questions for the other 99.9999999999998 percent of the world...what kind of shallow, meaningless existence are all the rest of us going to have, since we are unlikely to dance on DWTS?

I do like that that Alek guy was just a tourist on a train three months ago, and then last night he was one of the three last dancers.  That is actually pretty cool. But I just think that whatever is happening to contestants on that show is something that the rest of us should be able to bottle and take some home with us, also.